Levi stood up and replied: ‘No, I don’t want to.’ ‘Why?’ the procurator asked, his face darkening. ‘Am I disagreeable to you? . . . Are you afraid of me?’ The same bad smile distorted Levi’s face, and he said: ‘No, because you’ll be afraid of me. It won’t be very easy for you to look me in the face now that you’ve killed him.’ ‘Quiet,’ replied Pilate. ‘Take some money.’
